That Old Chair Poem by Jim Yerman

That old blue chair doesn't look that special upon one's first perceiving…but, as often is the case in life, looks can be deceiving.

There's a reason we keep that old chair in our house…a reason it will always be there…you see it has a history…it was Deborah's great grandmother's chair.

That chair has been in Deborah's family for years…ours is just the latest house in which it dwells…If you chance to sit and listen…oh, the stories it will tell.

Sitting in a chair like this you realize…this chair is not just yours…as you rest your arms on the same arm rests where Deborah's great grandma rested hers.

Memories in that old blue chair run through its frame…run deep…close your eyes and you can feel Deb's great grandma rocking her to sleep.

Keep them closed and you can feel as she listened to her old phonograph…you can see her smile as she watched her family…you can hear her cry…her laugh.

That old chair is more than just a chair…through all these years it has survived…and the memories stored within it help keep a family's history alive.

That chair will one day be handed down again and again and in other houses it will dwell…and to those lucky enough to sit in it…oh, the stories it will tell…

No doubt people will say that old chair doesn't look so special upon their first perceiving…
until they sit down…
close their eyes and realize…
looks can be deceiving.